The Final Battle

Little Pao Pao had finally found her daddy and was now clinging to me like an octopus, overjoyed. The little girl's strength truly lived up to the Shilin Apostles' race. Once she latched onto my neck, her grip was astonishingly stable. I struggled for quite a while and still couldn't get her off, so I could only let her be.

Jillgamesh, who was trying hard to turn the two stray hairs on her head back into one, followed beside us dejectedly. Her face was full of gritted-teeth frustration with nowhere to vent it. Just a few minutes ago, the unlucky girl had painfully confirmed a fact: for the next week, her meals would probably consist of nothing but Pickled Vegetable Pancakes. This was utterly unbearable for the most ancient queen, who had grown accustomed to luxury. Normally, she enjoyed the same treatment as Little Pao Pao at home. Though Lilina had sarcastically described it as "a pet following its master naturally gets to eat the same food as its master," that did not change the fact that Jill was the Heroic Spirit with the best living conditions so far. And now? After working so hard as a babysitter, she had been thrown right back to before the Common Era overnight.

Watching her puff up in anger, I secretly held back a laugh. I really didn't know how to assess Jill's intelligence. I said I was cutting her food allowance, and this idiot had actually believed me... What was even more speechless was that the once-arrogant Gilgamesh had turned out like this after being trained by a three-year-old Hairy Girl for a few months. Shilin Apostles' combat power really was something else, even at three years old.

Honestly, Jill had done better this time than I had expected. When no one